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Chapter 199: Changes in Qingzhou
Chapter 199: Changes in Qingzhou
At the Demon Subjugation Bureau in Qingzhou City, it was just another ordinary day for the military officers. The recent decrease in demonic activity had brought a sense of relief, but otherwise, there weren't many noticeable changes.
However, some of the more perceptive deputy commanders had noticed something amiss. It wasn't due to any particular information they had received, but rather, they had caught a glimpse of Senior Wu, a renowned Golden Bell Demon Hunter, casually strolling within the bureau's premises.
When had the demon hunters of Qingzhou ever had such leisure?
Even Granny Aqian had only returned for a short break because the Commander had gone to the capital.
Wait a moment—
The deputy commander looked ahead and saw a petite figure with hands clasped behind her back, waiting for Senior Wu. Who else could it be but Granny Aqian?
Just as they were left in confusion, at the Commander's residence, General Jiangan had already penned a letter, carefully sealed it, placed it within a bell, and handed it to You Longtao, who stood nearby.
"Go swiftly and return quickly."
"Yes, sir."
You Longtao, upon learning that his junior sister and General Shen had returned, hurried back to Qingzhou City with all haste.
But even now, as he held the cold bell in his palm, he still felt a sense of unreality.
Although no one had told him anything, the fact that his junior sister and General Shen had returned so quickly, seemingly unharmed, caused even Senior Wu and Granny Aqian to hesitate. This could only mean one thing: the Lesser Demon King was dead.
In just a few days, the demonic calamity that had plagued Qingzhou, causing headaches for its people, had suddenly and quietly vanished.
You Longtao felt as if he were in a dream, afraid that any sudden movement might wake him.
However, the gravity on his master's face remained, and his attempts to hide it only made the atmosphere more unsettling.
"Go."
General Jiangan waved his hand, cutting off his senior disciple's attempt to ask a question.
Although the situation was already spiraling out of control, it was as if he had completely withdrawn himself from the matter, leaving the fate of Qingzhou's destiny was now in the hands of those above.
He didn't feel any relief, only a deep sense of powerlessness.
Cultivation, realm! Even as a Martial Immortal, revered and feared by countless others, General Jiangan felt it was still far from enough.
Letting the Lesser Demon King live and allowing it to break through would mean the destruction of Qingzhou.
Killing the Lesser Demon King would provoke an even more formidable demon, which would also lead to Qingzhou's downfall.
No matter the choice... there was no choice at all.
The reason was this: the wandering demon had chosen the Great Qian, and by chance, it had arrived here, without any regard for the consequences.
Watching You Longtao turn and leave the courtyard, General Jiangan took up his longsword and began to polish it meticulously. His furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
When worries became meaningless, at least for the moment, everyone could afford a brief respite.
"General Shen, you are truly incomprehensible."
He glanced at the letter beneath the longsword, which had been opened and contained a simple inquiry about a fellow disciple's news, signed by a disciple of the Green Hill Sect.
General Jiangan raised an eyebrow slightly, and as his fingers brushed the sword, a crimson glow descended, leaving a neat line of handwriting on the paper.
"Don't know, never heard of it. If there's a problem, go to the Martial Temple."
After offending the Thousand Demon Cavern, they weren't afraid of debts or itching from too many fleas. Qingzhou alone couldn't be destroyed twice by them. Just a mere disciple, treating Martial Immortals as if they weren't cultivators.
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In a separate courtyard of the Demon Subjugation Bureau, Li Xinhuan removed his wolfskin cloak with one hand and casually tossed it onto the stone table.
"Study, study, study. What's the use of learning these things?" Li Mujin, it was like painting a tiger that resembled a dog.
Li Xinhuan pouted, "I'd like to learn something else, but I'm not sure if I can understand it." He picked up the wolfskin cloak and put it on properly.
The dozen or so military officers stifled their laughter, and Ma Tao and the others turned their gaze toward the empty house.
They had all arrived in Qingzhou on the same carriage as that youth, and in their minds, they could still vaguely recall the side room in Baiyun County. The youth stood there with his hand resting on his sword sheath, silently gazing outside.
At that time, Ma Tao had been casually knocked to the ground, and for the next few days, he considered it a great humiliation.
But now, things were completely different.
He had withstood a move from the Demon Suppressing Commander and was still standing here full of vigor. He could go anywhere without losing face, and it was even something that would bring glory to his ancestors.
Even this small, humble residence was now jokingly referred to as the 13th Demon Suppression General's Mansion.
Although their status was now worlds apart from that of General Shen, the fact that they had once lived in the same courtyard was worth recording in the family annals.
Suddenly, a tall and slender figure strode into the residence.
He nodded slightly to the crowd and then entered the house.
Ma Tao rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
The Li siblings were also stunned for a long time. No, after becoming a Demon Suppressing Commander, how could he still live in such a dilapidated place?
Had the Demon Subjugation Bureau become so stingy?
Li Xinhuan fell silent and nodded slightly at the big tree in front of him. He felt something was amiss, so he adjusted his posture slightly and strolled casually, nodding again.
"I feel like kicking you."
Li Mujin glared at him in disgust, but she still lowered her voice carefully, afraid of disturbing Shen Yi.
Inside the house, Shen Yi lay lazily on the bed.
The Darklight Mystic Armor was broken, and he didn't mind that it was uncomfortable to wear.
His palm brushed over the pouch at his waist.
In the past few days, he had put all his thoughts into these few artifacts.
After a brief familiarization, he had roughly figured out how to use them.
Pieces of bronze armor flew out of the pouch and hovered around his body. When it was on the Blood Demon Ox, each shoulder piece was over ten feet wide, but on Shen Yi, they returned to their normal size.
He looked at the shoulder piece on his right.
His gaze swept over the deep gash on it, and a hint of regret flashed in Shen Yi's eyes. He couldn't help but slap his hand against his back.
Such a good artifact, and now it had a flaw.
He then took out the bronze mirror.
Compared to the armor, the mirror was in worse condition. The edges were cracked due to Jiang Qiulan's interference, and there were also fine cracks on the surface.
It could still be used, but there would be some impact.
It would be best to find a skilled craftsman to help repair it.
The ring-handled saber was too large, and Shen Yi didn't have any ideas for it at the moment. Instead, he was more interested in the Crimson Cloud. He tried it out slightly, and if he didn't hold back his cultivation and poured his full strength into it, it would be at least 50% faster than the Freedom Soaring Technique.
Moreover, he hadn't been able to condense a true Dao Embryo yet.
When his cultivation reached a level similar to the Lesser Demon King, he estimated that it would be about twice as fast.
The more escape methods one had, the better.
After this demon-slaying experience, Shen Yi had gained a lot of knowledge.
The Immortal-Demon Nine Transformations were indeed powerful, but their defenses could still be broken. If he hadn't captured a peacock earlier and had its Crimson Glow to nurture him, he might have almost died outside.
His methods were still too singular.
Shen Yi shook his head and put away the artifacts, taking out the Lesser Demon King's inner core.
[Remaining Demonic Life Span: 16,173 years]
(End of Chapter)
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